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Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry Go to sleepy little baby. When you wake, you will find All the pretty little horses. Dapples and grays, pintos and bays All the pretty little horses.   Way down yonder, in the meadow, Poor little baby, crying “mama”. Birds and the butterflys flutter ‘round her eyes. Poor little baby crying “mama”.   Hush-a-bye....